Category: Poetry

throwing back red herrings hanging onto salmon of knowledge sprats to catch mackerel it’s a little fishy getting schooled looking for no blood in the water or to leap the shark working on an ark to not be in the belly of…

the way you remember the story the way you wrap the gift the glass smoothed out in longshore drift some former glory something from the past played out divining with a hazel twig in a drought i was unwritten once we were…

the worst lies we tell are to ourselves knelt in an ebbtide; a coastal shelf hung out beyond the tread water point where swimming is a requirement and you are saying that the life raft is in me that i have to…

will there ever be a fucked use of fuck yous that you don’t respond to with a varied intonation of fuck you? if you deny it’s true, fuck you give a fuck blues give a fuck news your give a fuck shoes…

we cannot develop or where would the story be? i was a green olive i am a black olive they taste a little different but the hammer has no tongue love is confused with fuck it’s a drama swingdoor and STDs are…

the poise in pause seems implausible sometimes there is a weight in wait a debt in detail some meat in meet we eat at a feast of repeat i recall the days i did hours where i have not hid i won…

i imagine travis bickle driving grady tripp riding shotgun and i’m between the dude and the duke we are veering between stoner talk and men of violence who make me want to walk listening to johnny cash, the circle unbroken this is…

how often do i stand in the tide on the beach outside under the florida sun with my shirt undone and my wife by my side with her feet in the tide? we do not do the things we should all the…

a year older colder, bolder, or something else? time to reflect upon the self time to hammer at the health how do you appear in this year? where last year’s dream put you? or hobbled by what you went through? maybe a…

i am fat on the held back fuck yous a spider made of shadows of sentiments they flower in my writing i’ve been less than forthcoming and the heartbeat that’s drumming is an echo of the first promising i’ll burst how do…